[Snoop Dogg]
  1998, Dogghouse Records steps on the scene
  Unlike any other record label, we plan to get green
  And keep it clean, and stay oh so mean
  So rough so tough, haha
    [Suga Free]
  What his here? This for them suckas
  Nigga I came from a long line of playas
  that ain't scared of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!
  I see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
  But I'm laughin', 'bout to knock they ass the fuck out
  Bitch quit actin' like a stuck up clown
  That's why yo raggety-ass attitude is fucked up now
  Suga Freeeeee......hahaha
  Bitch swingin' on my dick sayin WEEEEE!
  The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin' tonight (aight)
  Now them 70 niggas? 30 gon' hate us
  That's why I play the role, keep control
  and throw them off wit' these dirty gators
  See time was torn
  Cuz if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
  I bought you somethin too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS!
  BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me down and see me fall
  Walkin' wit my head down straight dependin' on y'all
    [Soopafly]
  The call me Honcho
  I like to Spark-le
  I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the charcoal
  Am I a star? NO Ya' in my car? NO
  My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all know
  Now heffer don't act stupid, cuz y'know who I am
  The nigga quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
  I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
  I pimp across the land
  Better read ya' motherfuckin' press telegram
  Snoop Dogg told me that
  Now blow me back while I'm pimpin on this funky track
  Bang E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches singin' the rest
  We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come test
  Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest
  No bullshit, take yo bitches so quick and so fast (so fast)
  Fuck wit' us I'll put a foot up yo ass
    [Ruff Dogg]
  Collect calls from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen
  The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches
  And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's jackup
  That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up
  We slap hoes that step on toes of our DaDa's
  and ask them niggas in the Source Awards when I caught them
  while y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up situations
  Eliminating fake niggas while I'm paper chasin'
    [Chorus]
    [Snoop and Kokane]
  Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we'll make you go away)
  [Repeat 4X]
    [Kurupt]
  Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this Kurupt bitch, yeah
    OK, let the homies spray the K
  Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches
  Callicodes collapse niggas, perhaps niggas
  Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA
  Put it up, pistols might sizzle a nigga
  For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga
  LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzle
  surface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistle
  Who you thought we was? Temperatures might rise
  Before everybody feel the fire from the 5's
  I told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
  And seperate them by 5's, and light up the skies
  Crip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T
  Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth
  Dogghouse gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof)
  Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya bitch
    [RBX]
  Like this, for the sake of the game
  Bitch nigga jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the frame
  Let them punk punk you up
  You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, what now?
  Showdown, got your three ring circus Bozo's
  cannot work or see the tears of a clown
  Listen nit wit, you can't get wit
  try to sit wit, and get yo shit split quick
  If you wanna say the word is bond
  word is bond, then, I attack like ninja hunter
  You rhyme soft like the other Hunter
  Heather Hunter, fake a gangbang fronter
  Capital D to the O-G-G
  Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't know
  Long Beach City dirty like THE SOUTH!
    [King Lou]
  ?Wit Suga Free in? I'm in this motherfucker leanin'
  I'm quick to do it umm, meant to do it
  Stayed on my toes like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner
  Much love to my niggas rippin', in California
  Doin it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas mad
  At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' Henn
  It's Dogghouse and we all in, ballin'
  Goldie got a couple of hoes hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin
    [Goldie Loc]
  I came in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes)
  All my niggas know I ain't no motherfucking gimp
  I get down damn, runnin' from damn town
  Dogghouse nigga, Dogg Pound bound
  How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it like
  Bust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?
  Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Tray Deee
  Bang his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neet
  Catch him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the glock
  Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up shop
  These motherfuckers don't like me anyway
  Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no time to play
  What these motherfuckers thought I was about?
  When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her mouth
  Now all them niggas got something to say
  But I'ma tell 'em Lil' Goldie don't play, nigga
    [Tray Deee]
  Yeah it's the genius of the click
  Known to sleep a nigga quick
  So watch how ya' gums bump speakin' on the wrist
  I drew the diagram how to mash the game
  Never hesitated when it came to blasting thangs
  From the knuckle shoes buckle when we lock and strap
  I'm a real rider nigga you can drop the act
  I got stripes and bars from a life at war
  Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y'all
  Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and sacks
  For the mic, used to trife with the mass and gats
  Do or die, to survive from my time of birth
  Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the hearse
  It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style
  And fuck Death Row, we'll take 'em out
  We got the whole rap game bangin' now (C--RIP!!)
  What you motherfuckers think this game's about?
    [Chorus]
  [Repeat 8x]
    [Mixmaster Spade]
  Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I'm so glad you're here
  All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the rear
  I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. Hyde
  Whoever told you that, they told you a lie
  You been a waitin' and a waitin', as I can see
  So treat me like the pope and bow to your knees
  Oh the genius on the mic is back again
  So get on the phone and go tell a friend
  I been a waitin' for a while as you all know
  And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the show
  I got platinum 'round my neck, that will never fade
  The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade
  A sure shot, body rockin'
  A c'mon everybody get ready to rock
  A sure shot, body rockin'
  A c'mon everybody..............
    [Chorus]
  [Repeat 4x]